Harry changed course in mid-stride to intercept Amanda. He put on his best smug face for the benefit of all the bystanders and sidled up to Amanda. "I thought you were smarter than this," he told her through a smile.
"What? What do you mean?"
Harry wanted to sigh, but he held it in. Too many eyes were on them. He leered at Amanda. "I thought you understood, but maybe it was too difficult for you. It doesn't matter how hot you are, or how good you are in bed. You can't give Carlos what George gives him--shut up," he added before she could draw a breath to renew her rant.
"George is his meal ticket. She's close to the Jackson's inner circle. By sleeping with George, Carlos gets to join them. He leapfrogs his way from peon to prince." Harry thought maybe she got it then, but he'd thought so earlier and been wrong, so he laid it out for her.
"I'm sure you think Carlos is the greatest thing since sliced bread, but you're wasting your time and annoying everyone else, including your friends. So knock it the fuck off."
Harry paused to give Amanda slow up-and-down look. "If you're just looking to get laid, I'm willing to throw myself on that grenade. I'm sure you're a real smooth ride. Ah ah--not yet," he said when Amanda looked ready to slap him.
He leaned in close. "But if you want to help us change things around here, you need to think for a change. Carlos has the right idea. I'm sure that if you think about it, you can find a candidate for the same treatment." Harry flicked his eyes to his left, drawing Amanda's attention to Blaise. "Someone who is still single? Someone in a position of authority? And who knows? You might even enjoy it."
"Now you can slap m--" Harry started to say. Amanda's hand came up out of nowhere and left him holding a very hot cheek. Her eyes sparkled for a change, with malicious amusement.
Harry stepped back, looking surprised and hurt. "Your loss, baby," he said for the assembled multitudes. Then he walked away. He wondered if Amanda would take the hint. If she did, it might be more than worth the pain.
[Harry] Wheels Within Wheels (open tag)
"What? What do you mean?"
Harry wanted to sigh, but he held it in. Too many eyes were on them. He leered at Amanda. "I thought you understood, but maybe it was too difficult for you. It doesn't matter how hot you are, or how good you are in bed. You can't give Carlos what George gives him--shut up," he added before she could draw a breath to renew her rant.
"George is his meal ticket. She's close to the Jackson's inner circle. By sleeping with George, Carlos gets to join them. He leapfrogs his way from peon to prince." Harry thought maybe she got it then, but he'd thought so earlier and been wrong, so he laid it out for her.
"I'm sure you think Carlos is the greatest thing since sliced bread, but you're wasting your time and annoying everyone else, including your friends. So knock it the fuck off."
Harry paused to give Amanda slow up-and-down look. "If you're just looking to get laid, I'm willing to throw myself on that grenade. I'm sure you're a real smooth ride. Ah ah--not yet," he said when Amanda looked ready to slap him.
He leaned in close. "But if you want to help us change things around here, you need to think for a change. Carlos has the right idea. I'm sure that if you think about it, you can find a candidate for the same treatment." Harry flicked his eyes to his left, drawing Amanda's attention to Blaise. "Someone who is still single? Someone in a position of authority? And who knows? You might even enjoy it."
"Now you can slap m--" Harry started to say. Amanda's hand came up out of nowhere and left him holding a very hot cheek. Her eyes sparkled for a change, with malicious amusement.
Harry stepped back, looking surprised and hurt. "Your loss, baby," he said for the assembled multitudes. Then he walked away. He wondered if Amanda would take the hint. If she did, it might be more than worth the pain.